O dearly loved songs,
You remind me of my love songs
and dedicated poetry!
I hope someday I love myself in the same manner I love you!

O dearly loved songs!
You taught me how to fill my poetry with beautiful colors and emotions!
I agree; I wouldn't have known how to express softness and bravery in them if I hadn't felt you!

I hope I love myself the same way I love you.

I began reading the first chapter to learn how to feel the rhythm and sing, but I became deeply entangled in loving the ups and downs of the beats you play to the core of the tragedies I think in every chapter!

But my heart is grateful to you because if I hadn't felt you, I wouldn't have known the beautiful emotions and colors that often come with their probability, yet still shine out with glimmers of innocence!

©shivpoetesspriya

What did I miss while writing this piece?
I looked at the blue sky, a red flower in the garden,
and the beautiful sea,
but I missed you, all the colors of my heart.

What did I miss while writing a song?
Was it a sweet lullaby that has gone now?
But if you ask me what I miss all the time,
It's a churning tune of the piano that lurks to fit into my writing piece.

Abiding by these feelings while writing,
I strive to write more to find what I'm searching for,
And in the rhythm of verses, I see my yearning disperse!
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Despite my misinterpretation, I keep recording the adventures of the broken rope that I feel and see I am climbing.

I keep gazing at it and analyzing it!

I often ask the challenging wall if it has forsaken me, and it always gives me a tender look.

I keep gazing at it and analyzing it!

Do I have to continue with this broken faith?
Can a person live with a broken faith logically?
If so, can the logical mind stop advising me?

I can't stop wondering about it and analyzing it!

The striving heaviness of my heart wants to touch that ray of sunshine and find ways to climb the hope of a broken faith!

I feel it and see it.
Faithfulness is having a hard time under the most challenging circumstances.

I keep wondering like a gawking bird!

This time, I have noticed that the faithful heart is emerging powerfully amidst all the odds and circumstances!
©shivpoetesspriya

O Ghamgusaar!
He.. O...Mere. O.. Yaara..
Iss Dosti ke naseeb
ko bachcale!

Tumne is bejaan ruh ko
khwaish ban ke kya dawa pilai.
ki.
Aaj hawa apna rut mod chali,
aur hume rulake chali gayi!

Khuda fakir banke na aaya!
Aur hum betaab reha gaye,
Is Sehar mein din ke ujaale tak!

Lekin.
O Ghamgusaar!
Aaj ye aankhon ke ansu
kehena hai, chahate tumse
ki in dhadkano ne seekha hai jeena tumse!

Isliye.
He..O...Mere. O.. Dil-Yaara!
Iss Dosti ke naseeb ko bachcale!
©shivpoetesspriya

Rewind that Love,
O beloved,
When you asked
for my Love, and I denied it.

Dear O,

Rewind that Love,
When I asked for
your Love, and you denied it.

Rewind that Love,
O beloved,
when we both tormented for
each other's Love!

Dear O,

Rewind that Love,
Dear O,

Rewind that Love, O beloved,
When you were my idol
and I was yours.

©shivpoetesspriya

The longing flames of an uninvited love!

Handsome people make no sense to me!
A smoke rising and coming out in gray from the chimney makes no sense.
Today, I have my heart and you in the flames of my soul, which makes sense.

In this darkness,
finding a space, a reason to fight
while singing a no-claim song!
The winds of doubt want to know if it all makes sense somehow!

Things left to say are spinning around at the corner to find a degree to resolve my conflict!
Finding a space, a reason to fight,
Sometimes, it turns out to be a meaningless noise.

But it has left me with a yearning to glow that remains so clear!

That intact shape,
reminds me and shows me a bond,
So today, the only thing that makes sense is having my heart and you in the flames of my soul!

©shivpoetesspriya

Long conversations,
Now gone for the moment!

These chains of drowning feelings are sad.
They stand before me with their eyes open!
They tell me about your conversations
which you never had!

The long conversations,
Now gone for the moment!

The moments of love,
Thirsty with their looks
were supposed to take me back to you!

The long conversations you never had
wanted to fly their zone out in the Milky Way of the sky!
All of them are now gone for the moment!

All of them are gone now,
Left alone with their thirsty look
for backing their moments of love!

But they realized today,
their little strength was in keeping up the fragility,
Keeping up all of the fragility for you!
©shivpoetesspriya